Sirens.

Brayden was born with an affinity for trucks, racecars, firetrucks, police cars and construction vehicles. I guess a lot of boys are. One thing that I have noticed that is different about my boy is his ability to create the sounds they make and differentiate between them. I know, I hear them all the time.

When my boy buckles himself into his seat, he becomes whatever rescue vehicle he determines that we need, complete with sirens and horns. I have become very accustomed to the sirens coming from the backseat. Everywhere we go, sirens! Sometimes I wonder if I am a distracted driver because of the siren noise. I figure the real fire and rescue vehicles drive around with the noise so I can too. I have asked to turn the volume down on the sirens and Brayden complies with my requests so I let him continue.

Recently, I have noticed other peoples' reactions to the sirens. There is lots of staring and smiling. I am sure they are wondering how those people can deal with all the noise. I had to laugh the other day. We were driving by a man sitting in his lawn chair outside. The windows were down and the boy was in police car mode, sirens wailing. The man looked around and finally found the source of the siren and did a double take. Was that noise really coming from the small boy in the backseat?

I figure, if I can hear him, he is okay. One day he will trade the sirens in for an iPod or a handheld video game and he will become a teenager who keeps to himself. I will miss the siren sounds. So for now, we are to the rescue!